Chapter 24
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up,” he whispered in Sophia’s ear.
“I’m not blonde!” She threw a pillow at him and rolled to the other side of the bed. Muscles she didn’t know she had, complained with the movement. She grunted.
“Come on, Beauty. Wake up.”
She groaned, “You wore me out.”
“And you liked it,” Alistair laughed. He lay across the bed on his stomach and his fingers caressed her back.
“Yeah, I did like it.” She opened one eye, looked at him and mumbled something in Portuguese that he was not sure he wanted her to translate. “I want more.”
He had already showered and dressed in a white linen shirt, with the sleeves rolled up over his strong forearms, and loose jeans.
She rolled to his side and stretched. “What time is it?”
“Eleven o’clock. Everyone’s already had br
